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  Opening her eyes, she saw with some discomfort, that The Mistress Superior wasn’t the only one watching. Karx was sitting back on his heels, his dark eyes taking in the way Lone stayed between her legs, lapping hungrily at her pussy and watching the nectar leak from her breasts.

  “Lone,” she murmured, tapping him on the shoulder and trying to sit up. “Lone, I…I’m finished. I came. It’s all right—you can stop now.”

  At first he seemed extremely reluctant to stop but finally her tone seemed to get through to him.

  “Mistress?” He looked up at her, his gray eyes burning, his mouth shiny with her juices. In that hot gaze, Lizabeth thought she saw the Dark Twin side of his nature staring out at her again. “Gods, you taste so fucking good,” he growled. “Never want to stop eating your pussy.”

  “You can, ah, give me the kiss of pleasure again later,” Lizabeth promised him. “For now, we have to get ready for dinner.” She made herself look up at Mistress Verlandah. “Isn’t that right? It’s almost time for dinner and we need time to go back to our rooms and change.”

  Actually, what she was dying to do was to have Lone suck the nectar from her aching breasts and use the black sex toy on her again. Her pussy felt acutely empty after the intense orgasm he had given her. She needed to be filled!

  But Mistress Verlandah only grinned lazily at her.

  “Don’t worry about your clothing, my dear—I have banqueting garments to fit both you and your Novice here in my chambers. You’re putting on such an entertaining show—don’t stop now. Karx, here, is especially interested in the way your breasts appear to be leaking. In his culture, that’s a sign of increased fertility. Is it in yours as well?”

  “My lady’s breasts are none of your Goddess-damned business,” Lone growled, rising to stand protectively in front of Lizabeth and shield her from the other male’s gaze.

  “Hmm, he’s a possessive one, your Novice, isn’t he?” Mistress Verlandah remarked. “You know, Mistress Paige, when I brought the two of you here I thought to give him a lesson on how to be a proper slave or Novice. But it seems to me, he doesn’t have a problem acting his role. It’s you who’ve learned rather more about being a Mistress during our little session, I think. And maybe you learned a bit about yourself as well?”

  Lizabeth refused to dignify that question with an answer, although she was secretly wondering the same thing.

  “I thank you for the instruction but we really have to get ready for dinner,” she said firmly, peering around Lone’s broad back to speak to The Mistress Superior. “Could you please give us the clothing you spoke of so we can make our way to the banquet hall?”

  “Certainly. Karx—get the clothes.” Mistress Verlandah snapped her fingers. At once her Novice hopped up and went into the other room to fetch the clothing. He was only gone a minute but it gave Lizabeth ample time to wonder what had gotten into her, letting Lone go down on her like that, and also to feel how very miserable her full breasts and empty pussy were making her.

  After a moment Karx returned and handed the garments to Lone.

  “Thank you,” Lizabeth said. “Do you have a dressing room we can get dressed in?”

  “A dressing room? After the show you just put on?” Mistress Verlandah demanded incredulously. “Certainly not. You’re not ashamed of your body are you, Mistress Paige? No woman in the world who had swum in the cleansing pools need have any body shame.”

  “My Mistress simply does not want your Novice staring at her,” Lone growled. “Here, Mistress,” he added to Lizabeth. “I will shield you so you can change in privacy.”

  “Thank you, Lone.” Lizabeth nodded gratefully as he turned his broad back and crossed his arms over his chest, shielding her while she shimmied out of the nectar-stained white gown and into a black mesh one, much like the one she’d worn the night before. The difference was that this one had a deep V-neckline that showed the tops of her breasts. But since the rest of her was clearly visible through the black mesh, it hardly mattered.

  Her nipples were still leaking and her breasts ached fiercely. She could hardly wait to get out of there and find a little privacy to have Lone ease the fullness.

  Lone changed as well, when she was finished, putting on the tight black leather trousers with the mesh crotch. Then he turned to her.

  “Shall we go to the banquet hall, Mistress?”

  “I think that would be a good idea.” Lizabeth turned to the Mistress Superior. “Thank you for your, er, hospitality. I guess I’ll see you at dinner.”

  “All right but since I’m allowing you to leave my presence early, you had better be on time to the banquet tonight or you will regret it!” Mistress Verlandah pointed a finger at them. “I won’t tolerate tardiness on your part again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Lizabeth felt a rush of irritation at being treated like a naughty child late for school. It seemed to her that from the moment they had come to the Tower the Mistress Superior had been either berating, insulting, or manipulating them.

  If she hadn’t made me do it, I never would have gone so far over the line with Lone, she thought, though inside she knew that probably wasn’t the truth. The needing, as much as the protocols of the Tower, were to blame for her new and much-too-intimate relationship with her assistant.

  “Well, go on then. We’re right behind you.” Mistress Verlandah made a bored shooing gesture with one hand. “I just want one more orgasm before dinner. Karx,” she snapped at her Novice. “On your knees and service me now.”

  “Yes, my Lady.” The Friezen’s voice was thick with resentment but as they left the Mistress Superior’s chambers, he was already between her thighs lapping industriously at her pussy.

  Sixteen

  “Well that was an experience,” Lone murmured as soon as they were outside and the door to Mistress Verlandah’s chambers was securely shut.

  “Yes, it…it certainly was.” Lizabeth’s voice was low and strained. Lone frowned and leaned down to get a closer look at her.

  “Mistress, are you well?”

  “No!” Lizabeth exclaimed. She was keeping her voice low but the look in her eyes was intense. “I need…Lone, my breasts hurt.”

  Lone was instantly chagrinned. In the haste of getting away from the Mistress Superior, he had forgotten how his lady’s nipples were leaking which meant her breasts were full of nectar

  “Of course—the fullness. Forgive me,” he said swiftly. “Should we go back to our room before dinner then?”

  “I can’t wait until we get to our room.” Lizabeth’s face was white and strained. Clearly she was in a great deal of pain. “Please, Lone—I need help now.”

  “But the Mistress Superior and her Novice may be coming out at any moment,” Lone pointed out. “Depending on how long it takes her to, um, come to completion. You don’t want them to see us—see me sucking your sweet breasts, do you, Mistress?”

  “I almost don’t care if they see us,” Lizabeth moaned. “My breasts are so full it feels like they’re going to explode!”

  “I think you would care later, after you’d had time to regret it,” Lone said, frowning. Then he saw something at the end of the hallway and had an idea. “Here, Lizabeth—over here,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the vast tarp which covered a large portion of the wall.

  “What’s this?” she asked blankly, looking at the tarp.

  “Cover,” Lone said grimly. “Come on—let’s duck behind it and I’ll be able to service you without anyone knowing.”

  They got behind the stiff, rustling tarp and found there was plenty of room behind it because someone had hollowed out a large section of the wall that it was hiding. Lone had a moment to wonder who would do such a thing and why but then Lizabeth gave another little moan of pain which tugged at his heart.

  “Here, Mistress—let me help you,” he murmured. Luckily the black mesh gown the Mistress Superior had given Lizabeth to wear had a low neckline—low enough for him to simply pull it down,